Immanent Yet Transcendent
A free bird flying in depth of night
I am a drenched soul searching for light
A pilgrim caught in maze, winding and deep
That even dreams haunt me in my sleep
A wanderer in desert of souls
The dune paints the path to show my goals
But the harsh west wind blows my path away
Not wanting me to see the light of day
Like a wild tale of both truth and fiction
I'm like a song without dedication
That lies in wait for the faint golden glow
To rouse my somber faith to flow
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